Zhao Qiuhua snorted coldly, "If you can't eat the grapes, then the grapes will be sour."

Sun Xiaoqin became angry when he heard this, "It's none of your business."

"Is it none of your business if people eat meat?" Zhao Qiuhua couldn't stand it. He forgot to put away his malted milk jar two days ago, and the whole jar was missing by a third. Why didn't this happen before in the dormitory? Son, this Sun Xiaoqin only showed up after she arrived, who needs to drink? Although ...